Old is gold, it is always said. When I was a five-year old, some sixty years
ago, my elders said their olden days were gold. Today, my son, who is around 30,
says, old is gold.
I always wonder why everyone's olden days are better than their present. Old
music and songs were good. Old films were outstanding. Old clothings were of
better quality. Old craftsmanship was worthier. Old silk sarees were good. In
the olden days, food was of high standards. Old vessels and wares were of high
Times are changing fast. Values are eroding. Goodness is replaced and it is now
measured by smartness to get on with life. We have become excessively vigilant,
touchy and more suspicious for no real reason. Today, we frisk everyone,
inwardly at least. We take things with a pinch of salt. Though today's material
comforts that could not even be dreamt of a decade ago are aplenty, still
something is amiss about life. What is it? Peace? Happiness?
Last Updated ( Wednesday, 12 March 2014 )